Going to war, give'em hellD-Day, next stop NormandieBeginning of the endWe know how to and sure as shit we'll winWar is peace sure manA retreat for the damnedA playground for the dementedA heaven for those who walk this worldBereft of heart and soulLove and war they say all is fairTake his lifeBut won't take his hairYour body has parts yourCountry can spareBy the way son here'sYour wheelchair

He once had to be all he could beNow he's nothing for no one nowhere to seeFunny thing, he's like you and meIt's a funny thing, a funny thingTears streak his solemn stareAbandoned for wreckage nobody caresNo one knew what would happen thereNo one spoke no one even daredDon't ask what you can do for your countryAsk what your country can do for youTake no prisoners, take no shit